Perhaps, it's my sensitivity; or
a heart that beats, consequently
that I feel your cut, so intensely.
I hear your bitter sweet melody,
and It sings of me, jeeringly...
piercing my mind, repeatedly.
My eyes they burn, tearfully,
melancholic, and unwillingly.
Strike the chords, that kill me.
Phantom, I rise graciously.
I dance to another melody,
glide and sway as you face me.
Trust, I see you here in reality;
where you act not, so callously,
but holding tight to morality.
